Salty Fish Pilot

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital's royal square, took in someone else's cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era.
The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era's brilliance...
"Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?"
Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic

"However, even just to curry favor, giving this..."


Dorothy's gaze lingered on the pearl on the table, her expression quite similar to that of a cat caught by Shard:


"It's such a pity to give away such a beautiful pearl... cough cough, I mean, if it's to please the Empress, for a possible baronetcy in the future, giving this is most appropriate."


"Baronetcy? Dorothy, I don't care about that."


"If you like this pearl, then keep it."


Although Shard always felt short of money, he actually had many valuable items on hand that could be liquidated.


"No no, better to give it away. Even if you don't care about the title, but..."


Dorothy looked up at Shard, and Shard looked back at her. The golden-haired, blue-eyed girl didn't continue immediately but waited several seconds while they made eye contact, before she looked at Shard and softly finished her sentence.


What exactly was hidden in her beautiful eyes, Shard really couldn't guess:


Chapter 437: Hanged Ghost Alley